breathe.

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We get our hearts broken and we cautiously try to find the courage to love again, we lose old friends and we remind ourselves that this isn't the end and we try to forget. We ignore the resounding loneliness that echoes across the halls and try to imagine that the memories aren't there and are not leaving their footprints across our heart. We keep telling ourselves, night after night, that one day we will see clearly but the fists are still clenched and the eyes still closed. We begin to burn and explode like a volcano from the all the secrets that we keep inside and one day we wake up and realize that there is nothing simple about who we are and who we are meant to be. We are miles and miles away from home and yet we are at home surrounded by people, but it can be lonely in a crowd. And suddenly, as you drift in and out of sleep, it doesn't seem as easy to think anymore. And it is something, when you hold the broken glass of your hopes in your hand and begin to realize that your were naive; like a child, selfishly hoping for your own gain when all the while there is so much need, and then we are surprised to feel the tears spilling down our cheeks. We create dreams and do nothing to fulfill them, we love and are surprised when our love isn't returned; we plan and live for the future and miss everything that we have today. And that is when you realize that recovering your footing after a fall isn't quite as simple anymore and the struggle is much more evident when your heart is aching. It suddenly is not as easy to jump back up after you've been hit and the loneliness isn't as easy to deal with. Long winding roads seem more empty now and the sound of laughter haunts your sleep, but we are fighters and we fight for the winning side.

   and so despite it all we try to breathe, just breathe.